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Well, Iâm afraid that the circles Iâve been drinking myself in
Arenât big enough for the vowels that
I try to fit inside of them.
When I was young, I drank too much, and Iâd be lying if I said
I didnât feel so goddamn young tonight.
Maybe too young to ask whatâs on my mind.
Like if freedom means doing what I want,
Well, donât I gotta want something?
And wonât you tell me that we want something more than just more beer?
And my friends, if that ainât true, wonât you lie to me tonight?
Well, Iâve been listening to Minor Threat records all day,
And shit if I do not know every word.
I sing along as I tie off.
And Ian screams heâs âOut of Stepâ
As I throw the cotton into the spoon, draw up into the syringe.
Iâll know just what he means until I hit a vein.
But after that I wonât have to bother with knowing who I am,
For a while at least.
In a moment the whole world is gonna melt around me,
And Iâll swear I donât miss it as a I lie to you tonight.
Because Iâm afraid to look the world in the eye.
If nothingâs gonna change, well, then Iâd rather die.
And Iâm too unemployed to organize a union.
Iâm too intoxicated to tear down a building.
Iâm too hopeless to look for a solution, Iâm afraid that if I found one,
Iâd be out of excuses for the way
I waste away in the gutters that I chose,
Like fashion accessories to go with my dirty clothes.
I havenât bathed in months, but you know itâs not because
Iâve been fighting bourgeois morals, Iâm just lazy and Iâm young.
Iâve seen the best minds of my generation
Dying drunk or high from the rooftops to the parking lots,
Stomped to death in west Philadelphian squats.
Theyâve got me waiting on a day when we can say âfuck the police!â
With a little bit of integrity,
When it will mean: âIâve got your back if youâve got mine!â
Give me a scene where I believe in more
Than bad hair cuts, guilt, and misery.
I donât know where I fit between the vegans and the nihilists,
That might be the first thing Iâve said that wasnât a lie tonight.
Because thereâs gotta be something more
Than lying in the front yard, naked, screaming at the constellations.
I want something more than an apology to say
When I look the world in the eye.
Iâll tell you, man, my friend William came to me with a message of hope.
It went: âFuck you and everything that you think you know.
If you donât step outside the things that you believe
Theyâre gonna kill you.â
He said: âNo oneâs gonna stop you from dying young, and miserable, and right.
If you want something better, you gotta put that shit aside.â
I thought about how for thousands of years
There have been people who told us that things canât go on like this,
From Jesus Christ to the diggers, from Malthus to Zerzan,
From Karl Marx to Huey Newton,
But the shit goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on,
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
Now, Iâm not saying that we canât change the world,
'Cause everybody does at least a little bit of that.
But I wonât shit myself, the way Iâm living is a temper tantrum and I
Need something else, need something else, need something else to stay alive.
And on the night that I play my last show, Iâll be
Singing so loud that my heart explodes.
And Iâll be singing, Iâll be singing: 'We are free!'
Oh, but wonât you promise me that we wonât ever
Forget what the means?
I know itâs hard to give a shit sometimes, but promise me weâll always try.
'Cause I donât wanna hate you, and I donât wanna hate me,
And I donât wanna have to hate everything anymore.